Terri Fuqua |
Terri Fugua (in photo) mentioned me again.
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IDENTITY--YOUR RACE, YOUR RELIGION, YOUR NATION, YOUR CULTURE IS AN ESSENTIAL PART OF BEING HUMAN
BNP article.
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DIE WHITEY, DIE!
That's what White haters and even self-hating Whites want.
Will they succeed? Don't count on it.
Many Whites are now starting to awaken.
Weak seed Whites may disappear, but not all Whites are weak seeds.
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HUNGARY BORDER FENCE IS WORKING GREAT!
And, it's pretty flimsy as compared to the Trump Wall that will be built in the U.S.
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LATINO SUPPORT FOR TRUMP ON RISE, NOW AT 37%
They're not stupido--they want jobs and better lives--Trump can deliver.
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TRUMP'S WEBSITE, FACEBOOK, TWEETS HERE
Don't be a cuckservative--get on board the Trump Train!
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CONFIRMED: DNA HOLDS A SECOND LAYER OF INFORMATION
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NATURAL CREATION NEVER ENDS BECAUSE CHANGE NEVER ENDS--WE DO NOT LIVE IN A STATIC UNIVERSE--WHAT EXISTS MOVES, WHAT MOVES CAUSES CHANGE, CHANGE IS ANOTHER WORD FOR EVOLUTION
"[T]he varieties of mankind are so different that similar differences found in any other animals would warrant their classification in different species, if not in different genera." --Charles Darwin
"Living organisms must necessarily compete, for food, for mates and for living space, especially with other members of their own species [i.e. those they can breed with]. They must avoid predators and other dangers. For all these various reasons, some will leave more offspring than others, and it is the genetic characteristics of such preferred replicators which will be passed on preferentially to succeeding generations. This is the essence of natural selection." -- Francis Crick (Nobel laureate and co-discoverer of the shape of DNA) Emphasis added.
“Man is something that shall be overcome.Man is a rope,tied between beast and overman - a rope over an abyss.What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.”-- Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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MUSINGS---
WHY I'VE NEVER LIKED JOHN STEINBECK'S WRITING
Steinbeck's writing did not flow. It was stilted and looked like the work of a draftsman going over and over what he had just written while looking in a thesaurus to substitute in new words. There was no rushing river of words gushing out of his inner spirit and mind in what he wrote, just stagnant ponds, carefully manicured and with every thing put exactly so--a still life, that lacked life.
Consider these two paragraphs from Of Mice And Men:
A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green. The water is warm too, for it has slipped twinkling over the yellow sands in the sunlight before reaching the narrow pool. On one side of the river the golden foothill slopes curve up to the strong and rock Galiban mountains, but on the valley side the water is lined with trees--willows fresh and green with every spring, carrying in their lower leaf junctures the debris of the winter's flooding; and sycamores with mottled, white, recumbent limbs and branches that arch over the pool. On the sandy bank under the trees there leaves lie deep and so crisp that a lizard makes a great skittering sound if he runs among them. Rabbits come out of the brush to sit on the sand in the evening, and the damp flats are covered with the night tracks of 'coons, and with the spread pads of dogs from the ranches, and with the split-wedge tracks of deer that come to drink in the dark.
There is a path through the willows and among the sycamores, a path beaten hard by boys coming down from the ranches to swim in the deep pool, and beaten hard by tramps who come wearily down from the highway in the evening to jungle-up near water. In front of the low horizontal limb of a giant sycamore there is an ash pile made by many fires; the limb is worn smooth by men who have sat on it.
--by John Steinbeck
If I looked like Terri Fuqua, I wouldn't want my picture taken either! Ouch!
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